A wandering scribe, clad in a shabby travelling cloak. A weathered leather journal hangs at his belt, and his walking stick is polished from years of use and gripped by strong, meaty hands. His belly strains against his belt, and his bushy red beard pokes out from underneath his hood.
A wide smile and pale, knowing green eyes peer out from the shadows.
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